Stepmother from 1970: Uncle holds her in his arms and dotes on her day and night

This night, Qian Yiman did not sleep peacefully.

Fortunately, the child Yan Qinnan is quite sensible. She only got up twice during the night to breastfeed the little guy.

Moreover, he went to bed after eating, was not noisy at all, and was very well-behaved.

On the morning of the first day of the new year, Qian Yiman woke up early, and the children beside him were still sleeping soundly.

She frowned and covered her forehead.

I had a lot of intermittent dreams last night, and now my head is dizzy and aching.

I haven’t felt this way for a long time.

She put her fingers on her temples and rubbed them gently, trying to relieve her physical discomfort.

After pressing it on myself for more than ten or twenty minutes, the intensity of the headache subsided slightly.

Qian Yiman glanced at the light on the curtains. The room was still dark at this time, so it was still early.

She reached for the watch on the bedside table and glanced at the time. Sure enough, it was only half past five.

Putting the watch back, he tucked his son beside him into bed and began to close his eyes and rest.

Although his eyes were closed, Qian Yiman's brain kept running and he never stopped to think.

She remembered last night.

Last night's dreams were all incomplete images, and she couldn't remember the contents clearly at this time. She could only vaguely feel that those scenes made her uneasy.

However, as she thought about it day by day and dreamed about it at night, she felt that maybe she was thinking too much.

Today is the first day of the new year, and she doesn't want to think about the bad things.

Because he didn't sleep well last night, Qian Yiman fell asleep again unknowingly while lying in bed and thinking wildly.

This time, she slept until seven o'clock.

Moreover, he didn't wake up by himself, but was awakened by the loud crying of Yan Qinnan's child.

When Qian Yiman heard his youngest son's cry, he immediately opened his eyes, put on a coat and went to hug him.

I was afraid that if I was too late to hold him, the little guy's cry would wake up his eldest son.

Change the little one's diaper into a clean one and get dressed.

She did not directly lift her clothes to feed him breast milk as usual, but went to make milk powder to feed him.

There was nothing I could do. I woke up early in the morning with a splitting headache. I fell asleep again, and when I woke up again, I felt even worse.

Qian Yiman was worried that he had a cold and was afraid of passing it on to his children. Therefore, it is better to feed milk powder directly.

Simply put, since Yan Qinnan was born, he has drank a lot of milk powder, and now he drinks milk powder without any resistance.

Unlike Yan Qinbei, who was fed milk powder when he was a child, he didn't like to drink it that much.

Compared to his elder brother, Yan Qinnan seems to be easier to take care of.

It is very worry-free for the little one to drink milk powder, and a bottle of milk powder is finished quickly.

The child Yan Qinnan in Qian Yiman's arms opened his round black eyes, looking at his mother for a while and then at the furnishings in the room.

He seemed to be full of curiosity about everything around him.

The little ones are cute and cute, softening the old mother's heart.

Qian Yiman gently combed the child's hair with his fingers. It was very soft. He thought he would like to cut some of it to make a brush for him sometime.

After playing with the child for a while, she carried the little guy to the living room.

Yan's father and Yan's mother had already gotten up and were playing chess in the living room. Yan Jingqiu was also with the old couple, watching very immersedly.

At the beginning of the new year, this scene is very warm, but it can only be broken temporarily.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the grandfather and grandson looked this way at the same time.

Yan's mother spoke first. She asked with a smile: "Manman, why do you get up so early?"

Qian Yiman walked forward with his youngest son in his arms and replied: "Dad, Mom, I feel a little uncomfortable when I wake up today, maybe I have a cold. Please help take care of Xiao Nan, I'm afraid of infecting the child..."

Hearing this, the strict father and strict mother stopped playing chess and immediately came over to hug the child.

Then, at the same time, he did not forget to care about Qian Yiman.

"It's been cold lately. Did you catch a cold at night?"

"Manman, wait a minute, mom will make you a bowl of ginger soup..."

"Aunt Qian, let me get you a bowl of boiling water first..."

"I……"

They kept talking to each other, but Qian Yiman didn't find any chance to speak.